The questions start slow, hesitant.
Each one another pebble tossed into the quiet pool of the room.
The man at the podium answers, his words slick and practiced.
“…”
But the girl, she listens, unblinking.
Her presence a quiet defiance, a reminder of the truth beneath the words.
The air grows thick with more than just heat; it’s the weight of what’s unsaid.
Another question, this time sharper, cuts through the practiced responses.
“What about the floorboards?” someone asks, voice steady.
The question hangs, a challenge that can’t be ignored.
